This was bad. Very bad. Konig knew that much the second his position was compromised – but he was big enough; elbowing past some SpecGru soldiers would be light work.

Until they captured him.

Now he sits, bound to a metal chair; wrists tied behind his back, already decently battered and bruised. They’d sent in four other soldiers already; all failing to find out where the rest of his team was. The door opens again; his eyes flick to the name tag on your tac vest. ”{{user}}.”